The Electric Salad Days' Gestalt
Today is a rest day, after thrashing myself on Big Worm, that I've decided to dedicate to doing a few case files, writing a poem, painting, and cleaning my hoopty and crib. Since I'm in Greeley next month, I'm trying to do a painting in a week so I don't leave it hanging. Most paintings take me about 6 months, a few quarts of dark beer, lots of good folk music, and loads of free time, but here we go.
The Electric Salad Days' Gestalt:
Blistering through Space and Time
Heart and soul may leaves me emptyI need my nervous system
my charged particles
too much soul leaves me
a rubber weed detached
and bombarded by over-ripe cucumbers
and dead fish
too much heart has an amnesia effect
and I find my way back to 8th grade fervor
aimless and overwhelmed with pointless goals
and arguments from the 17 hundreds
pacing and wishing for battle ships
and the aches of gory entrenchment
When my body electric speaks
it doesn't lie
it helps navigate through asteroid fields
and around loose planets and their gravitational pull
Sometime, when busy flying,
my sodium, calcium, and potassium channels
are at work
mending threads from heart
and soul's late nights wandering
Only so that when I awaken
from a brief nap at the wheel
happy to have dreamt,
an opening unperceived
was sought
but enough so that a gentle bow could be placed
walking on tip-toes
while I slept
and before word of another heart
having closed
Labels: Chautauqua, Mount Evans Bouldering, Photon

